gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
Ronin decides that silence is the best response to Remi's question - let him imagine what might happen if he refuses, and how much more rolling around in the swamp it might involve. Hopefully that's a thread of conversation they can pick back up on later, and he gives the other man a gentle nudge with his hip as he feels the pulse of mischief and he knows where the alchemist's mind has just gone.
"Gosh," he gushes in response, tilting his head. "I have to wonder how many times I was brutally murdered in your horror stories." He's only teasing, though sometimes Ronin does feel as though he has to remind Remi that he was actually one of those dreaded bluebloods, once upon a time.
Thankfully, there are some hissing distractions far above them to deal with first, and Ronin raises his eyebrows. "My least effective ability?" He hums. "Well... apart from the dream stuff, probably my nimbus?" And even then, it's only not effective at killing things. "Why?"
"Gosh," he gushes in response, tilting his head. "I have to wonder how many times I was brutally murdered in your horror stories." He's only teasing, though sometimes Ronin does feel as though he has to remind Remi that he was actually one of those dreaded bluebloods, once upon a time.
Thankfully, there are some hissing distractions far above them to deal with first, and Ronin raises his eyebrows. "My least effective ability?" He hums. "Well... apart from the dream stuff, probably my nimbus?" And even then, it's only not effective at killing things. "Why?"
RONIN
